Novels by BigApple

Sarah's heart skipped a beat as she opened the door to find Zakariah standing on the threshold, Adam cradled in his arms. Relief flooded through her at the sight of her son, his familiar form a beacon of hope amidst the darkness that had clouded her thoughts."Mommy!" Adam exclaimed, launching himself into her embrace with all the exuberance of youth. Sarah's arms wrapped around him instinctively, holding him close as tears welled in her eyes. "Adam, my darling, are you hurt anywhere?" she murmured, her voice choked with emotion as she scanned his small frame for any sign of injury."I'm okay, Mom," Adam replied, his voice muffled against her shoulder. "Daddy killed the bad man and saved me. I love you, Daddy!" he declared proudly, his words a testament to the bond that had been forged between father and son in the crucible of adversity.Sarah's heart swelled with gratitude as she looked up at Zakariah, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barel

Zakariah's car rolled to a stop at the designated location, the engine purring softly as he cut the ignition. Stepping out into the cool night air, he surveyed his surroundings with a practiced eye, taking note of every detail. He had meticulously orchestrated this operation, rallying his loyal associates and assembling a formidable backup force to accompany him. Their vehicles trailed behind, maintaining a discreet distance as they shadowed his every move.As he approached the building, Zakariah was accosted by a group of rebels who promptly subjected him to a thorough frisking. He complied without protest, knowing full well that they would be foolish not to search him for concealed weapons. Yet, unbeknownst to his captors, his most prized possessions lay hidden within the soles of his shoes—a contingency plan born of years of experience and cunning.Three of his seven weapons were confiscated during the search, but Zakariah remained unfazed. He had anticipated this setback and was p

Nightfall draped its shroud over the world as they finally arrived at Sarah's place, weary from the journey. With a simple meal to nourish them, Sarah busied herself arranging accommodations for him in the guest room, adjacent to Adam's quarters. She could already imagine the curiosity gleaming in his eyes as he explored his new surroundings, a familiarity born from her own past experiences with desperation.Zakariah found himself drawn to his son's belongings, each item a poignant reminder of the life he had missed. Framed photographs adorned the walls, capturing moments from Adam's life—a kaleidoscope of birthdays, school days, and family outings frozen in time. A smile tugged at Zakariah's lips as he took in the sight of his son's room, adorned with medals and trophies that spoke volumes of his achievements at such a tender age. "How old is he...5?" he mused, his heart swelling with pride at the thought.Yet, amidst the joyous memories, a pang of sorrow gripped Zakariah's heart as

'He is your son, Zakariah ', she finally revealed the truth in a hoarse voice.Zakariah stilled in his tracks.My son!He was still trying to process her words.He turned to look back at her, furrowed forehead, and his burning eyes held questions for her!She quickly opened the file, which she carried with her, and took out a photograph.'His name is Adam, and he is five years old', Sarah said and extended her arm towards him to look at it.Zakariah's hand trembled slightly as he stared at the photograph in his hands, his emotions swirling like a tempest within him. The image depicted a smiling young boy, his steel-grey eyes a striking reminder of their shared bloodline. It was a paternity that needed no DNA test to confirm. Adam. His son. Five years old. Five years of his life had passed without the slightest inkling that he had a child. He scrutinized the photo, noting the resemblance between himself and the boy, save for Adam's straight nose and brighter skin tone inherited from h

"I want you," he said, his voice firm and unwavering as he looked deeply into her eyes, his gaze filled with a mixture of desire and determination, daring her to refuse him.Sarah felt a surge of shock at his words, her mind reeling with the implications of what he was suggesting. She knew he was serious, and she also knew that he was capable of stooping to any level to get what he wanted. But this...she wasn’t prepared for this.He wanted to test her loyalty, to see how far she would go for her son. Would she betray her husband as well, just to save her child?"I had missed fucking you...all these years," he continued, his voice low and husky as he traced his finger along her neck and down to the exposed skin of her cleavage. The touch sent shivers down her spine, igniting a fire within her that she had long thought extinguished.Sarah's heart raced at his words and his touch, her body responding instinctively to his proximity. It had been so long since they had been this close, so i

Sarah stood outside Zakariah's imposing mansion, feeling the weight of exhaustion and apprehension settling upon her shoulders. The journey to reach his home had been long and arduous, spanning borders and time zones, leaving her drained both physically and emotionally. Yet, she knew that the hardest part of her journey still lay ahead. As she stood before the grand entrance, Sarah couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation wash over her. The enormity of the task before her loomed large, casting a shadow over her already weary spirit. She took a deep breath, summoning every ounce of courage within her, reminding herself of the purpose that had driven her to this doorstep. With a trembling hand, Sarah raised it to knock on the door, the sound echoing through the silent air like a thunderclap. Each rap against the wood felt like a hammer blow to her heart, a stark reminder of the stakes involved in this encounter. But she knew that for the sake of her son, she had to press forward,